We went into the cloakroom and took off our coats.We entered the ball room. I took Kate with me to introduce her to my friends. About half of the stud...nts had arrived at the Prom and Kate attracted the admiring eyes of the boys and the envious glances of the girls. Kate came with me to show everyone that she belonged to me. We went through the big ballroom and we saw our names with our number among other pairs on the projector. Bret and Eva were not here yet. They planned a theatrical entrance. ‘I was born in Burma in 1978. Five years after you were born in America, I think. My father was strict, and farmed for a living. He did not pay much attention to me since I was not a son, and I married as soon as I could because I knew it was the only way to be free.’ ‘Burma? Near Vietnam?’ ‘Well, Myanmar now, but most of us still call it Burma. Father said the name was changed only as a sign of power, though they claim it was done to show more than just the racial Burmese lived there.’ Aan. I could feel his tongue, just the tip against my skin where my carotid artery pulsed, and then his teeth, cold and sharp, making tiny indentations in my flesh, but not piercing me, not yet.He sniffed my hair and then my shoulder. "You've had another man recently," he whispered in my ear. "I'm jealous." He was nobody," I shivered, feeling his hardness against my ass. "You have nothing to be jealous of." Hmmm..." He brought his hands to my breasts, massaging me through my blouse, teasing my hard. After couple of tries she said – I am not comfortable, do it yourself. So I putmy left hand over her left boob (it was heaven) and pressed it hardly, shemoaned with pleasure.Then I said – Still not opening I think I should press bothtogether. To which she replied – Do whatever you want? It was an open invitation to me. Now I started pressing and massaging both of her breasts from behind. Afterdoing this for a while I opened her bra strap using my mouth her bra fell onfloor, I kept messaging her.